Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

He stepped into the café just as I finished my meal. It was a little before three on a Wednesday afternoon, so there were only a few other customers besides us. I'd worked through my lunch break due to an unexpected mini-crisis at the office. By the time I got it resolved, I was famished and eager to escape my job for an hour.

The man sat at a table near mine. My gaze lingered on him while he removed his suit coat and draped it over the back of his chair. I guessed he was around thirty-five. He was clean-shaven, revealing a strong jaw, and I could discern his muscular frame beneath his shirt. I returned my attention to my paperback before the man caught me looking at him. As he ordered a coffee, I made a point to keep reading.

When the server came by my table to ask if I'd like anything else, I gave her a guilty smile. I was a regular at the café, so she knew I never ordered dessert. Today, however, I was still frazzled from the chaos that had arisen at work earlier, and I had the urge to soothe myself with something sweet. "Could I get a slice of chocolate cake?" I asked quietly. "The smallest slice you can bring me."

She gave me an understanding smile. "Of course, sweetie." I was only twenty-five, but I guessed the server was a few years younger. She was tall, with a lithe, athletic body. The exact opposite of me.

Already I was regretting my decision to order the cake. Just shy of two hundred pounds, I'd been struggling to lose weight for as long as I could ...

... remember. I counted calories; I watched the carbs. I eliminated all added sugar from my diet. Some nights I was so hungry, I went to bed early, comforted only by the knowledge that I'd be able to eat again when I woke the next morning. No matter what I did, I stayed the same weight, with no gain or loss for years as my body stubbornly held onto every pound.

My guilt only grew while I waited for the server to come back. Glancing around, I locked eyes with the man sitting near me. Before I could look away, he smiled. I didn't do well at hiding my surprise, for I wasn't used to attention of any kind from someone like him. Once I'd managed a weak smile of my own, I quickly averted my gaze.

If my best friend had been there, she would have told me I was being far too self-critical. "You have a beautiful face, Greer!" Sharon always said. "I'd give anything for that gorgeous, clear complexion of yours. And those blue eyes and full lips!" Like any good friend, Sharon focused on my positive traits. But the rest of the world didn't see me that way.

The server came back with a huge slice of cake. When she placed it before me, I tried not to cringe. "Wow, that's a big piece!"

She winked. "Hope you enjoy it."

Once she'd returned to the counter, I tucked a strand of my dark shoulder-length hair behind my ear. Just looking at the cake made my mouth water; it was as if I hadn't eaten a bite of the soup and salad I'd ordered for my late lunch. Taking a deep breath, I gathered up a ...